<p>The one thing that seems constant is that the Hybrid Cylons know the future and speak the truth. So if you can make sense from their ramblings, you can figure out what will unfold. <br /><br />I present a transcript from the SciFi BSG forum of the latest ramblings ... <font color="#ff0000">{my comments in red}</font></p><p><em>Hybrid: All these things it wants and many more, not because it wishes harm, but because it likes violent vibrations to change constantly. </em><font color="#ff0000">{I don't know how to interpret this but apparently the Universe is somewhat perverse <img src="http://sitelife.space.com/ver1.0/content/scripts/tinymce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-wink.gif" border="0" alt="Wink" title="Wink" /> }</font></p><p><em>Then shall the maidens rejoice at the dance. </em><font color="#ff0000">{I don't know how to interpret this but I think it significant}</font></p><p><em>Structural integrity of node 7 restored. Repressurizing. </em><font color="#ff0000">{technobabble}</font></p><p><em>The children of the one reborn shall find their own country. </em><font color="#ff0000">{Baltar and group have a place in whatever new world is found}</font></p><p><em>Intruders swarmed like flame, like the whirlwind. </em><font color="#ff0000">{This and the following portend a battle btw the Fleet (now inside the basestar and thus invaders) and the ...}</font></p><p><em>Hopes soaring to slaughter all their best against our hulls. </em><font color="#ff0000">{... bad (Cavil etal) Cyclons. }</font></p><p><em><strong>Kara Thrace: I'm here, you wanted me here, so.....</strong></em></p><p><em>Hybrid: Replace internal (?) control accumulators 4 through 19. They'll start going ripe on us pretty soon. Compartmentalize integrity conflicts with the obligation to provide access.</em><font color="#ff0000">{technobabble}</font></p><p><em>FTL sync fault uncorrected.</em><font color="#ff0000">{technobabble}</font></p><p><em>No ceremonies are necessary.</em><font color="#ff0000">{not sure about this one}</font></p><p><em>*** scene break ***</em></p><p><em>Hybrid: Then shall the maidens rejoice at the dance.</em><font color="#ff0000">{mentioned again hence it's significant IMO}</font></p><p><em>Sructural integrity of node 7 restored. Repressurizing.</em><font color="#ff0000">{technobabble}</font></p><p><em>The children of the one reborn shall find their own country. </em><font color="#ff0000">{again Baltar finds a "home"}</font></p><p><em>End of line. Reset.</em><font color="#ff0000">{technobabble}</font></p><p><em>Track mode monitor malfunction traced. Recharge compressors. Increase the output to 50%.</em><font color="#ff0000">{technobabble}</font></p><p><em>~ All these things are happening and more - assume the relaxation length of photons - not because it wishes... ~</em><font color="#ff0000">{babble}</font></p><p><em>Hybrid: Transverse contact is inevitable, leading to information bleed. FTL sync fault stands uncorrected. </em><font color="#ff0000">{technobabble}</font><em> No ceremonies are necessary.</em><font color="#ff0000">{???}</font></p><p><em><strong>Kara Thrace: I don't understand...</strong></em><font color="#ff0000">{me too}</font></p><p><em>Hybrid: Centrifical force reacts to the rotating frame of reference.</em><font color="#ff0000">{technobabble}</font><em> The obstinate toy soldier becomes pliant.</em><font color="#ff0000">{reference to Tigh but to what end ?}</font><em> The city devours the land...the people devour the city...</em><font color="#ff0000">{got me}</font></p><p><em><strong>Leoben: You can't hurry her, you have to absord her words. Allow them to caress your associative mind. Don't expect the fate of two great races to be delivered easily.</strong></em></p><p><em>Hybrid: Assume relaxation length of photons in the sample atmosphere is constant.</em><font color="#ff0000">{technobabble}</font><em> Intruders swarmed like flame, like the whirlwind. Hopes soaring to slaughter all their best against our hulls.</em><font color="#ff0000">{2'nd mention}</font></p><p><em>*** scene break ***</em></p><p><em>Hybrid: All these things it wants and many more, not because it wishes harm, but because it likes violent vibrations to change constantly.</em><font color="#ff0000">{2'nd mention, ????}</font></p><p><em>Then shall the maidens rejoice at the dance.</em><font color="#ff0000">{again}</font></p><p><em><strong>Sharon: Ok, we're rigged and ready. It's time to pull her offline and get out of here before we miss the rendezvous.</strong></em></p><p><em>Hybrid: Reset.</em><font color="#ff0000">{technobabble}</font></p><p><em><strong>Sharon: Any luck Captain?</strong></em></p><p><em>Hybrid: Track mode monitor malfunction traced.</em><font color="#ff0000">{technobabble}</font></p><p><em><strong>Kara: Not a frakkin' thing</strong>.</em></p><p><em>Hybrid: But you are a spark of God's fire.</em><font color="#ff0000">{Kara is important}</font><em> Core update complete.</em><font color="#ff0000">{technobabble}</font></p><p><em><strong>Kara: Frak it! Unplug the **** thing, let's get the frak out of here... </strong></em></p><p><em><strong>(The Six gives the Eight the nod to disconnect the Hybrid.)</strong></em></p><p><em>Hybrid: Threat detection matrix enabled. Dendritic response bypassed. The recieved dose is altered by the delayed gamma burst. Going active. Execute. </em><font color="#ff0000">{technobabble} </font><em>The children of the one reborn shall find their own country.</em><font color="#ff0000">{again}</font><em> End of line.</em><font color="#ff0000">{technobabble}</font></p><p><em><strong>(The Hybrid screams in a somewhat androgenous monotone as the Eight grabs the cable. A nearby Centurian shoots the Eight before she can break the cable, even though the Six told it to stop. Everyone in the room shoots the Centurian. The Hybrid is still screaming, the Eight's blood runs into the Hybrid's goo bath.)</strong></em></p><p><em><strong>Kara to the Hybrid: What do you want from me? Please, I need you.</strong> </em></p><p><em><strong>(The Hybrid stops screaming and touches Kara's face.)</strong></em></p><p><em>Hybrid: Thus will it come to pass. The dying leader will know the truth of the opera house.</em><font color="#ff0000">{reference to Ms President's vision which has something to do with unifying Cylons and Humans IMO}</font><em> The missing three will give you the five, who have come from the home of the thirteenth.</em><font color="#ff0000">{Interpreted as cylon #3 knows the Final Five but then the FF are agents not of the skin job Cylons but some other Cylons ?? from long ago Earth ???}</font><em> You are the harbinger of death Kara Thrace.</em><font color="#ff0000">{Bad news for Cavil etal}</font><em> You will lead them all to their end.</em><font color="#ff0000">{Kara finds Earth and brings Fleet and "good" Cylons there.}</font><em> End of line.</em><font color="#ff0000">{technobabble}</font></p><p><em><strong>(Sharon walks over and picks up the cable. The Hybrid gasps as Sharon disconnects her.)</strong></em></p><p>I think eventully Earth is found and it's empty, devoid of life but ready to move into. It will be populated by both Humans and Cylons, who can interbreed to form a new race. Where the 13'th tribe disappeared to is left for another series.</p> <div class="Discussion_UserSignature"> <p>-----------------------------------------------------</p><p><font color="#ff0000">Ask not what your Forum Software can do do on you,</font></p><p><font color="#ff0000">Ask it to, please for the love of all that's Holy, <strong>STOP</strong> !</font></p> </div>